Moving day went in the usual fashion: dust, a van, two paid men grunting under the weight of a metal action sofa bed not declared on the job sheet. A resolute nod as I closed the door on my last twenty years of life in the inner city. Change is good.
As we unloaded into my new home I became aware of a woman loitering at my gate, watching me while small children swarmed around her.
"Hello." I said.
She replied "Have you changed the locks yet?"
Welcome to Reservoir.